On the western end of our little Breton cottage is a little room, with thick stone walls and one door to our living room and another straight out onto the garden. The garden wall has a chimney breast, just hoping to soon welcome a wood burner. And there is a sky light and the sweetest of square windows with a deep sill to let in plenty of natural light.
Along with the large garden and the large south facing windows, it was this room and all the possibilities it immediately inspired that helped me fall in love with this place. Boxes are being unpacked, shelves arranged and rearranged as I start to spread out my tools, materials and dreams into this nook.
When talking about this room amongst ourselves, my boys generally refer to it as “mama’s atelier“, which feels simultaneously strange and natural. For the first time in my life, I have a dedicated making space to call my own. And for now, that feels mostly like an incredible luxury, but sometimes almost a bit of an indulgence. So I have to be mindful of these feelings and not let them undermine me. I have to keep reminding myself that this house is big and there is plenty of room for us three to each stretch out. The other that that occasionally flutters into my mind is the one that makes me feel reluctant to refer to this space as my studio, for fear of coming across an impostor. As if somehow I am dishonestly pretending to be someone with more experience, skills, talent or creativity. Or simply that I am having ideas above my station. I find exploring these different thoughts interesting, because ultimately they are symptomatic of a lack of courage and self belief in this project, and in my own legitimacy in pursuing it. But that does not mean they are true. They are something I wish to explore a little further in the coming weeks, but for now I shall practice here referring to this little space for what it is: not the spare room nor the garden room. But rather my workroom.
I’m curious to know, do you have a dedicated space to call your own, for making or other projects? Whether a whole room or “just” a little basket or a favourite armchair, I’d so love to hear about it, and also about how spending time in that place makes you feel. Please tell me in the comments below.